Patients with chronic and terminal illnesses often also struggle with depression and fear, both of which can be caused by the illness itself. Those that remain in hospital must then navigate these feelings along with boredom and isolation, which can lead to deterioration in both their physical and mental wellbeing. It is clear that medical…
Sharing a house is a rite of passage, with many becoming infatuated with the idea after their first viewing of Friends. However, is living within the close confines of pizza box-hoarding students really all it’s cut out to be? Over the last few weeks, I’ve quickly realised my rocky experience with housemates is not uncommon….
Loneliness is a fucking drug. Once you first taste loneliness, It is as addictive, As hard to quit As the hardest drug I know. The hardest drug I know Is cocodomol. Cocodomol became my friend When at 13 I hurt my hip And I needed a full night’s sleep, When at 15 I first felt…
‘Time is running out of time’ and I’m not happy with myself ‘Time is running out of time’ in the absence of mother’s help ‘Time is running out of time’ and I’m not virtuous nor keen ‘Time is running out of time’ in this era of antiquity we are out of halos and horns and…
I stand on a tear stained street Caught inside an endless commute. I pour my fingers into the eyes of strangers In search of you. Off beat, intrinsic jazz shakes my body Our hands make love Ejected, rejected Thoughts exit my mind. I am in a muddling mind maze, These thoughts were only ever meant…
I can’t eat my soup. I told mum that I wouldn’t eat it, but she heats it up for me anyway. ‘Just in case’, she says. Just in case. I watch her hook her finger under the metal latch and begin to peel the lid off. I watch it hesitate, and bend over in a…
You appear as a dark shadow; small, black, faceless, getting bigger and bigger. Engulfing until your circumference becomes traceless. You sound like sharp green nails on a blackboard, scratching and screeching. Your voice bores into me, shrill and defeating A fiery burn as you suck and bite at me, a parasite slowly killing its host….
It can be hard to explain The pleasure of a broken rib. Bruises bloom across the soil beds of your chest, The warmth of the consistent ache Almost like a friend in its constancy. Fingers press and jab and fondle just to remind yourself that Yep, still stings like a net of nettles. But the…
much often do we begin the creation of an end the creation of a shadow of love which is often seen but never felt and much often do we feel that emotion of longing- -the longing of brighter days with flowers blooming in full power in raw emotions why do you slip away, Ophelia? why…
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